A Time to Talk
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16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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I am Still....
I'm glad to be best friends
but I still miss your touch
the love that you gave me
CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ
Inner Strength
It's only through mistakes we make
We learn where we went wrong.
It's only when w
INN AANSUON ME UTAR AYA HAI
Aasman mei iss aadhe-adhure chand ke sath
Dil ke dar-o-deewar mei dard utar aaya hai
MAA KI PARIBHASHA
हम एक शब्द हैं तो वह पूरी भाषा है
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MERA WATAN WAHI HAI
चिश्ती ने जिस ज़मीं पे पैग़ामे हक़ सु
A Day Away..
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
parwah nahi kuch dam ki
कस ली है कमर अब तो, कुछ करके दिखाएंगे,
Laughter Is A Gift
Laughter is a gift
It doesn't mean your fit
But it will soften any tension
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